The Tree of Liberty
For half an hour Matthew had known by the gleam of his mother's cap though the window that she was
Portrait of Thomas Nelson Page
 
Gordon Keith
Gordon Keith was the son a gentleman.
 
 
The Gnostic Gospels
"Jesus Christ rose from the grave." With this proclamation, the Christian church began. This may
Thomas Paine rev1
 
Common Sense
Perhaps the sentiments contained in the following pages, are not yet sufficiently fashionable to procure them general favour; a long habit of not thinking a thing wrong gives it a superficial appearance of being right, and raises at first a formidable outcry in defence of custom.
Palahniukmic
 
Choke
If you're going to read this, don't rother.
 
 
Goodbye and Good Luck
I was popular in certain circles, says Aunt Rose.
 
 
The Quincunx
It must have been late autumn of that year, and probably it was towards dusk for the sake of being l
Christopher Paolini CP
 
Eragon
Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world.
 Nicholas Papandreou
 
A Crowded Heart
To describe Greece I would share with you a tomato on the sandy beaches of Skopellos, open a sea u
SaraParetsky
 
Fire Sale
I was halfway down the embankment when I saw the red-orange flash.
Portrait of Gilbert Parker
 
The Judgment House
The music throbbed in a voice of singular and delicate power; the air was resonant with melody, lo
 
The Right of Way
"Not guilty, your honor!"
 
The Weavers
The village lay in a valley which had been the bed of a great river in the far-off days when Irela
Cyril Northcote Parkinson 1961
 
Devil to Pay
The George Inn, Portsmouth, was the scene of feverish activity.
 
The Fireship
The frigate Medusa was on her passage home from the Mediterranean and lay becalmed almost in sight o
 
Touch and Go
"And a damned good riddance!" exclaimed Rear-Admiral Fothergill
 
 
All Kneeling
Christabel Caine sat by her open window writing "A Pleasant Incident of My Vacation" in the moment
 
The Perennial Bachelor
As she lay floating in the grey river that flows between sleeping and waking, Maggie Campion knew,
 
To-morrow Morning
Usually Friday was a day of drooping flowers and fish that had begun to smell, drooping and smelli
 
 
Doctor Zhivago
On they went, singing 'Eternal Memory', and whenever they stopped, the sound of their feet, the hors
 
 
Bridge to Terabithia
Ba-room, ba-room, ba-room, baripity, baripity, baripity, baripity --- Good.
Alan Paton
 
Cry the Beloved Country
There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass covered and rollin
James Patterson
 
Cat & Mouse
Washington, D.C.
  The Cross house was twenty paces away and the proximity and sight
 
Cradle and All
Sundown had bloodied the horizon over the uneven rooftops of South Boston. Birds were perched on
 
Four Blind Mice
The District Attorney for Cumberland County, North Carolina, Marc Sherman, pushed the old wooden c
 
Roses Are Red
Brianne Parker didn't look like a bank robber or a murderer--her pleasantly plump baby face fooled
 
Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas
Kate Wilkinson sat in warm bathwater in the weird but wonderful old-fashioned porcelain tub in her
 
The Beach House
( with )
It's like dancing sitting down. Squeeze--tap--release--twist. <br />Left hand--right foot--left hand--
 
Violets Are Blue
Nothing ever starts where we think it does. So of course this doesn't begin with the vicious and
Arturo Pérez-Reverte
 
The Club Dumas
The flash projected the outline of the hanged man onto the wall.
 
 
Crotchet Castle
In one of those beautiful valleys, through which the Thames (not yet polluted by the tide, the sco
 
 
Titus Groan
Gormenghast, that is, the main massing of the original stone, taken by itself would have displayed
9.13.09DalePeckByLuigiNovi
 
Now It's Time to Say Goodbye
If it's after midnight it's my birthday.
 
 
The Road Less Traveled
Life is difficult.
Richard peck 8872
 
Fair Weather
It was the last day of our old lives, and we didn't even know it.
  I didn't. It loo
George pelecanos 2013
 
King Suckerman
Wilton Cooper reached for the speaker, counterclockwised the volume.
 
Nick's Trip
The night Billy Goodrich walked in I was tending bar at a place called the Spot, a bunker of painted
 
The Sweet Forever
The first time Richard Tutt made it with a suspect's girlfriend, he realized that there was nothing,
Pemberton M Vanity Fair 1897-02-04
 
Prince of the Palais Royle
Oh, yes, I remember her perfectly ... in the year 1862 ... the woman Lola Ferez, of whom all Paris h
 
 
Love in the Ruins
Now in these dread latter days of the old violent beloved U.S.A. and of the Christ-forgetting Chri
 
The Last Gentleman
One fine day in early summer a young man lay thinking in Central Park.
 
The Moviegoer
This morning I got a note from my aunt asking me to come for lunch. I know what this means.
Tom perrotta 2007
 
Election
All I ever wanted to do was teach. I never had to struggle like other people with the question of wh
 
 
Population: 485
Summer here comes on like a zaftig hippie chick, jazzed on chlorophyll and flinging fistfuls of bu
 
 
The Million Pound Cypher, or, MW-XX.3
Admiral Sir Jesmond Bridger defined the situation clearly enough.
Julia Peterkin
 
Scarlet Sister Mary
The black people who live in the Quarters at Blue Brook Plantation believe they are far the best b
 
 
Small Change
Beth was looking in the mirror of her mother's vanity.
 
 
September
In early May, the summer came, at last, to Scotland. Winter had clung, with steely fingers, for f
 
The Shell Seekers
She sometimes thought that for her, Nancy Chamberlain, the most straightforward or innocent occupa
 
 
The Little Engine that Could
Chug, chug, chug. Puff, puff, puff. Ding-dong, ding-dong.
 
 
The Shelter of Each Other: Rebuilding Our Families
We have a six-foot corn plant in our office waiting room. It's not a good environment for a plant
Belva Plain, Miami Book Fair International, 1986
 
Evergreen
In the beginning there was a warm room with a table, a black iron stove and red-flowered wallpaper
 
Random Winds
At the top of the long rise, Pa guided the horse toward the shade and drew in the reins. He pulle
 
 
The Bell Jar
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.
 
 
Farewell Companions
The photograph album on the table beside the window lay on a brown velvet cloth and was the insepa
 
 
Making It
One of the longest journeys in the world is the journey from Brooklyn to Manhattan--or at least fr
Edgar Allan Poe daguerreotype crop
 
Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
   &n
 
Silence--A Fable
"Listen to me," said the Demon as he placed his hand upon my head.
 
The Cask of Amontillado
The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as best I could; but when he ventured upon insult,
 
The Fall of the House of Usher
During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung
 
The Gold Bug
Many years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He was of an ancient Hugueno
 
The Murders in the Rue Morgue
The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of a
 
The Pit and the Pendulum
I was sick--sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was pe
 
The Tell-Tale Heart
TRUE!--nervous--very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am ma
 
The Unparalleled Adventures of One Hans Pfall
By late accounts from Rotterdam, that city seems to be in a high state of philosophical excitement
Frederik Pohl Eaton 2008-05-17
 
Gateway
My name is Robinette Broadhead, in spite of which I am male.
 
The Space Merchants
( with )
As I dressed that morning I ran over in my mind the long list of <br />statistics, evasions, and exagger
Ernest Poole
 
His Family
He was thinking of the town he had known. Not of old New York--he had heard of that from o
 
The Harbor
"You chump," I thought contemptuously. I was seven years old at the time, and the gentleman to wh
 
 
Governor Ramage R N
The captain's cabin on board the Lion was small, even for an old sixty-four gun ship now rated too w
 
Ramage
Ramage felt dazed and grabbed at the thoughts rushing through his head: he guessed that it was a nig
 
Ramage and the Dido
Ramage folded the Morning Post and sat back comfortably.
 
Ramage and the Drumbeat
The heat and humidity of a Mediterranean summer made the watermark in the paper stand out like a fad
 
Ramage and the Freebooters
As Ramage's carriage rattled along Whitehall he was surprised to see the long and wide street was al
 
Ramage and the Guillotine
Ramage reached across the breakfast table for the silver bell, shook it and waited.
 
Ramage and the Rebels
"It's not exactly making war, sir," Ramage said, putting as much disapproval in his voice as he dare
 
Ramage and the Renegades
Ramage lowered the copy of the Morning Post and listened.
 
Ramage and the Saracens
Southwick counted the pieces of salt beef as the cook's mate lifted them out of the cask, banging ea
 
Ramage at Trafalgar
The lawyer took out the parchment from his worn leather case, carefully smoothed it out flat on the
 
Ramage's Challenge
The Atlantic entrance to the Strait of Gibraltar always reminded Ramage of a gigantic funnel lying o
 
Ramage's Devil
They were both lying, propped up by an elbow, on the bristling carpet of short, coarse grass which w
 
Ramage's Diamond
There was a faint smell of oil, turpentine and beeswax in the shop, and while an assistant scurried
 
Ramage's Mutiny
The little dockyard at English Harbour was already bustling, although the sun was only just lifting
 
Ramage's Signal
On the starboard beam the shoreline just three miles away was a gleaming band of sand shimmering in
 
Ramage's Trial
Southwick walked slowly across the quarterdeck to where Ramage stood trying to find some shade from
 
The Ramage Touch
When Ramage eventually succeeded in focusing the night-glass on the two distant ships, because it sh
EleanorH.Porter
 
Dawn
It was on his fourteenth birthday that Keith Burton discovered the Great Terror, though he did not
 
Just David
Far up on the mountain-side stood alone in the clearing. It was roughly yet warmly built. Behind
 
Mary Marie
The sun was slowly setting in the west, casting golden beams of light into the somber old room.
 
Oh, Money! Money!
There was a thoughtful frown on the face of the man who was the possessor of twenty million dollar
 
Pollyanna
Miss Polly Harrington entered her kitchen a little hurriedly this June morning. Miss Polly did no
 
Pollyanna Grows Up
Della Wetherby tripped up the somewhat imposing steps of her sister's Commonwealth Avenue home and
 
The Road to Understanding
If Burke Denby had not given all the frosted cakes and toy shotguns he wanted at the age of ten, i
JanePorter
 
The Scottish Chiefs
Bright was the summer of 1296. The war which had desolated Scotland was then at an end.
 
 
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
She was a spirited-looking young woman, with dark curly hair cropped and parted on the side, a sho
 
Ship of Fools
August, 1931 - The port town of Veracruz is a little purgatory between land and sea for the traveler
 
 
True Grit
People do not give it credence that a fourteen-year-old girl could leave home and go off in the wint
Chaimpotok
 
In the Beginning
All beginnings are hard.
 
My Name Is Asher Lev
My name is Asher Lev, the Asher Lev, about whom you have read in newspapers and magazines,
 
The Chosen
For the first fifteen years of our lives, Danny and I lived within five blocks of each other and nei
 
The Chosen
For the first fifteen years of our lives, Danny and I lived within five blocks of each other and n
 
The Promise
All around us everything was changing in the order of things we had fashioned for ourselves.
Beatrix Potter1
 
The Tale of Peter Rabbit
Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were--Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail,
 
 
A Dance to the Music of Time
The men at work at the corner of the street had made a kind of camp for themselves, where, marked
 
 
Morte D'Urban
It had been a lucky day for the Order of St. Clement the day Mr. Billy Cosgrove entered the sacri
 
 
Galatia 2.2
It was like so, but wasn't.
 
Three Farmers on Their Way to a Dance
For a third of a century, I got by nicely without Detroit.
SFeraKon Kontakt Eurocon Tim Powers 2804201 39 roberta f
 
The Anubis Gates
From between two trees at the crest of the hill a very old man watched, with a nostalgic longing he
10.12.12TerryPratchettByLuigiNovi1
 
Hogfather: A Novel of Discworld
Everything starts somewhere, although many physicists disagree.
 
Pyramids
Nothing but stars, scattered across the blackness as though the Creator had smashed the windscreen o
 
Reaper Man
The Morris dance is common to all inhabited worlds in the multiverse
 
The Light Fantastic
The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure that it was worth all the effort.
 
 
Dagger of Flesh
For a long moment, she clung to me, whispering, her lips soft against my throat.
 
Dead Man's Walk
We could see the low, bone-white hotel now, its wings curving toward the sea like the base of a sun-
 
Double in Trouble
( with )
I'm a private eye.
 
Everybody Had a Gun
It's a funny thing.
 
Find This Woman
She still had all her clothes on and was standing in the blue light from a baby spot when I came in,
 
Gat Heat
"Sex," she said.
 
Have Gat--Will Travel
The morgue in Los Angeles is downstairs in the Hall of Justice.
 
Kill the Clown
She was the only client who ever hired Sheldon Scott, Investigations--that's me--before a word was s
 
The Sure Thing
When I answered the phone in the living room of my three-rooms-and-a-bath, Eddy, the day man downsta
 
The Trojan Hearse
They dug up Johnny Troy that day.
 
Too Many Crooks
I awoke in darkness, dull pain throbbing in my head, my side aching with each breath, and I lay quie
 
Way of a Wanton
I was as confused as a sterile rabbit, primarily because I couldn't make up my mind where to look.
 
 
A Long and Happy Life
Just with his body and from inside like a snake, leaning that black motorcycle side to side, cutti
 
Kate Vaiden
The best thing about my life up to her is, nobody believes it.
 
 
Samaritan
Ray Mitchell, white, forty-three, and his thirteen-year-old daughter, Ruby, sat perched on the top
 
 
Angel Pavement
She came gliding along London's broadest street, and then halted, <br />swaying gently.
 
Bright Day
It was Brent, the film producer, who suggested that I should go down to Tralorna and stay at the Roy
 
Daylight on Saturday
Once inside the factory we shall have to stay there, so we had better take a quick look at it first
 
English Journey
I will begin, I said, where a man might well first land, at Southampton.
 
Faraway
It was Tuesday evening and so William's friend, Greenlaw, from the Buntingham Grammar School, was th
 
Festival at Farbridge
On a bleak and gusty Saturday afternoon in March, the 2.45 bus from Market Square, Farbridge, arrive
 
It's an Old Country
On the Friday of the week following his mother's funeral, Tom Adamson had dinner with the Wentworths
 
Jenny Villiers
There are two ways into the famous Green Room of the Theatre Royal, Barton Spa.
 
Let the People Sing
One morning last autumn a little man with a large sad face turned out of Midland Street, Birchester,
 
Lost Empires
I was staying at Askrigg in Wensleydale, where I had gone to ramble and to do some painting.
 
Saturn over the Water
Well, here it is, the whole thing, about ninety thousands words, I imagine.
 
The Carfitt Crisis
It was the dull leaden middle of a Friday afternoon in November.
 
The Good Companions
There far below, is the knobbly backbone of England, the Pennine Range.
 
The Image Men
It was the end of a wet Monday afternoon in autumn.
 
The Shapes Of Sleep
The Madison-Mayfair Agency was in a new building, just off Curzon Street, that Sterndale had never s
 
The Thirty-First of June: A Tale of True Love, Enterprise and Progress in the Arthurian and Ad-Atomic Ages
Lunaday, the 31st of June, brought to Peradore the kind of summer morning we all remember from years
 
 
Blue Lonesome
Ms. Lonesome.
Annie Proulx Frankfurt Book Fair Conference 2009
 
The Shipping News
Here is an account of a few years in the life of Quoyle, born in Brooklyn and raised in a shuffle of
Marcel Proust 1900-2
 
Remembrance of Things Past
For a long time I would go to bed early.
  [Fr., Longtemps, je me suis couche de bonn
 
Swann's Way
The Captive: At daybreak, my face still turned to the wall, and before I had seen above the big wind
Manuel Puig
 
Kiss of the Spider Woman
--Something a little strange, that's what you notice, that she's not a woman like all the others.
Philip Pullman 2005-04-16
 
The Golden Compass
Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight
 
The Ruby in the Smoke
On a cold, fretful afternoon in early October, 1872, a hansom cab drew up outside the offices of L
A.S.Pushkin
 
Eugene Onegin
"My uncle, a most worthy gentleman,
  When he fell seriously ill,
  &n
 
 
Fools Die
"Listen to me. I will tell you the truth about a man's life. I will tell you the truth about his
 
The Godfather
Amerigo Bonasera sat in New York Criminal Court Number 3 and waited for justice; vengeance on the me
 
The Last Don
On Palm Sunday, one year after the Great War against the Santadio, Don Domenico Clercuzio celebrat
 
The Sicilian
Michael Corleone stood on a long wooden dock in Palermo and watched the great ocean liner set sail
 
 
Men of Iron
Myles Falworth was but eight years of age at that time, and it was only afterwards, and when he gr
 
The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood
In merry England in the time of old, when good King Henry the Second ruled the land, there lived w
 
The Story of King Arthur and his Knights
It happened that among those worthies who were summoned unto London Town by the mandate of the Arc
 
The Story of King Arthur and his Knights
In ancient days there lived a very noble King, named Uther-Pendragon, and he became Overlord of al
 
 
An Academic Question
"What jewels will you be wearing tonight, Mother?"
 
Excellent Women
"Ah, you ladies!"
 
Jane and Prudence
Jane and Prudence were walking in the college garden before dinner.
 
 
Gravity's Rainbow
A screaming comes across the sky.
 
The Crying of Lot 49
One summer afternoon Mrs. Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party whose hostess had put perhaps too much kirsch in the fondue to find that she, Oedipa, had been named executor, or she supposed executrix, of the estate of one Pierce Inverarity, a California real estate mogul who had once lost two million dollars in his spare time but still had assets numerous and tangled enough to make the job of sorting it all out more than honorary.
 
V.
Christmas Eve, 1955, Benny Profane, wearing black levis, suede jacket, sneaker and big cowboy hat,
 
Vineland
Later than usual one summer morning in 1984, Zoyd Wheeler drifted awake in sunlight through a creepi
Home | Books | Poems

Data last updated: 2014-08-12 14:55:17
Site last updated: 8/4/2014
Copyright
Site: (c)2005-2014 John Popham.
Openings: Copyright of the respective authors acknowledged.